Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Iggy Pop to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
Can,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
The Move,
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.